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A Ghostly PoemAs teens we walked that road so many times, / The sand gets into everything it’s ground so fine, / From cars and trucks that travel by.
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Sep 8, 2010
My Heart’s in Love ForeverWhen we first met and fell in love, so many years ago, / We were so young and full of life, oh how I loved her so! / I still recall the picnic, once on a summer’s day,
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Apr 4, 2010
NobodyNobody feels. / Each day I wake up long before the early dawn / and wish to share what’s in my head, but this old
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Apr 4, 2010
Passing TimePassing Time / By Phill Senters / When I was young and in my prime
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Sep 8, 2010
What I MissWhat I miss can hardly be told without those pesky little drops of moisture that cloud my vision and make it hard to see when I think about it. / What I miss can not be summed up in just words, there are feelings which I suspect no one can describe easily or comfortably enough to make someone who hasn't been there understand. / What I miss causes me to sometimes feel far, far worse than lonely, for lonely is only a small part of what I miss
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Apr 4, 2010
What It Takes To Be A WriterWhat It Takes To Be A Writer / By Phill Senters / As I pondered at my desk today,
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Sep 8, 2010
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